Saving The Last Dance For Her – Chapter 2

"Leave me alone Jackson!" Miley barked at her bedroom door, her tone was hard, yet her voice whined with a pained undertow that her brother was keen to address.

"Miley, what's up? Just let me come in and we can talk about it. You know bottling things up isn't good for you."

"I said leave me alone." Miley repeated clearly.

"You know dad would want me to ask you what's up. He would be here if I wasn't." Jackson stated, "Now come on, open up and let me fulfil my brotherly duties."

Miley scoffed, "The only brotherly duties you know are messing up your bathroom, living in the nuclear waste site, which you call your bedroom, and not leaving me alone!" Miley's voice had risen to a shout in the final part of her declaration.

"Alright, alright," Jackson squealed back, "just let me do the family duty. The one that dad would have done if he wasn't off promoting country music in Chicago. Open the door so we can save all this backwards and forwards and stepping around how you're feeling thing so that we can get right to the point. You know you'll come round to telling me eventually, and it's best we get to it straight away, no time wasted is time gained I say."

Miley rolled her eyes and did not reply. The door handle edged its way slowly downward and the brunette gave up on bothering with a reaction when her elder brother stepped through the door. "Everything okay?" he asked sheepishly.

"What do you think?" Miley retorted glumly, although her tone was not unkind.

"What happened at school today Miles?"

It's a long way down, we're so high off the ground…